Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Whatta Weekend!


Oh, so much fun! It was so great to meetup with my peeps at Loop's grand opening. Her studio space is honkin' ! Steph is doing so many cool things. Run, don't walk! Get on her mailing list so you can see what she is offering. Workshops, spin-ins, custom fiber...ohmygosh, it was a candy shop of fiberlove.


We carded


We spun


We made custom clouds (This is my custom colorway! Woot!)


We felted


That was just the beginning. It was the moments when the cameras were off that meant the most. Just a bunch of silly girls from all over the world, back together again. No hubbies, no kids, no worries. Big 'ol slumber party. Oh, the love.

That we actually made it to Rhinebeck was nothing short of a miracle. How long it took? That's beside the point. We made up for it once inside the festival.


Steph failed to convince me that this was my spirit beanie. A++ for trying though!

Yay for the Spunky meet-up


The town of Rhinebeck and the festival grounds were just beautiful.


It was hard to say good-bye, but heartwarming to arrive home.


Oh, to be loved.....

Monday, October 12, 2009


I know, I can't believe it! I'm heading up to New York to celebrate the grand opening of Loop's new studio. Here's teh scoop:

When: Friday, October 16th at 6:00 p.m. Where: Loop at the GAGA Arts Center Building #8 Garnerville NY RSVP: loopfiberstudio@gmail.com

But that's not all! I've parted the Red Sea and have made arrangements for my babyloves so I can have another girls' weekend with Steph, Lexi, and Carissa for some more woolfesting at Rhinebeck. Loop, Pluckyfluff, Rhinebeck? Oh, my, my.

Sunday, October 11, 2009


...because I needed a 3rd sock wip on the needles.
Through the Loops Mystery Sock Knitalong for Socktoberfest.
Callias in Eidos by The Sanguine Gryphon.

No White Bread

Fun times in D.C. last weekend with the Crafty Bastards Art Festival. Such an interesting demographic, this city of ours... I adore the melting pot of people in D.C.

As we watched the breakdancing competition, I was struck by the sea of interesting faces in the audience. "No white bread," my friend commented. Indeed. White, African American, Hispanic, probably just about every nationality you can imagine of artistic funk. Style on, D.C.

Tons of vendors, demos, hands-on projects.


A local potter had the audience in awe. We literally stood there enthralled for what seemed like hours. Doesn't everyone wish they could do this?

Nothing inspires quite like a date with your inner artist. Except the beautiful mix of people in our nation's capital.